Game of Thrones: Love and Conflicts

Chapter 7 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Chapter 7

Devan smiled as he headed upstairs; he was at the Baratheon house, having just come straight from school and had come to see Shireen. When he entered her room Shireen was sitting up in bed; she still looked flushed and sounded congested, however she did show signs of improvement.

"Hey, I brought your homework." He told her, handing it over.

She nodded. "Thank you."

He observed her carefully and grinned. "You're looking better."

"Thanks, I should be alright in another day or two." She told him happily.

"Good; that's great." He said happily.

They sat and spoke for a while; Shireen noticed something about Devan's behaviour that worried her.

"Are you alright, you look...worried?" She asked at last.

Devan started but then sighed. "I'm fine; I just...I've had a strange feeling these past few days, like someone's following me."

Shireen's eyes widened. "Whoa, seriously?"

"Yeah; still, it's probably nothing; don't worry about it." He tried to reassure her.

Shireen wasn't convinced but nodded nevertheless.

"I better get going, I'll call you later, okay?"

She nodded again. "Alright, see you later."

Smiling he stood and began to leave the house, saying farewell to Shireen's parents as he passed them.

Smiling as he left the house, he brushed off his school shorts; it was a nice day, he was glad to hear Shireen was doing better. He began to walk home; once again he had that strange feeling he was being followed.

He had brushed it off to Shireen as he didn't want to worry her, but he was concerned. Mostly due to the fact he had been feeling as if he was followed for some time, yet could never spot anyone or anything.

'It's weird, just what is going on anyway?' He wondered.

He sighed but did his best not to worry about it, he just had to get home and he would be fine. It was shortly afterwards, as he was halfway home, walking along a street which was deserted as was usual for this time. Only it wasn't so deserted this time, a single car was seated by the roadside. As he approached the car, the door opened and a woman stepped out.

"Excuse me, can you help me?" She asked as she stepped out. "I think I'm lost."

Devan smiled gently. "Sure, where are you headed?"

It was just part of his nature to help people; something his parents had taught him and his brothers. The woman stepped to the back of her car, opened the door and leaned in, rummaging around before turning and sitting on the edge of the back seat, holding out a map.

"Here we go, um…?"

He smiled and obligingly came closer to see the map better. The woman began to explain where she needed to go.

'Just look at him, disgusting boy!' Selyse's friend thought as she observed him. 'Wearing such an...obscene outfit; displaying himself like some...man-whore. I was right to be suspicious of him, how could Selyse miss it.'

She took in Devan's outfit, his school uniform, his red above mid-thigh school shorts, far too short to be even close to decent. The rest wasn't too bad, a simple white shirt, dark grey V-necked sweatshirt, red and grey tie; grey socks at calf length and simple brown shoes.

She couldn't let this slip, it was time to act.

"Well." He said; leaning closer to her. "You see it's..."

He was cut off as she took her chance, she grabbed his tie and yanked him into the car, moving back so he was now lying across the back seats, his head in her lap.

"Hey!" He yelled. "What the fuck!?"

He struggled, trying to get out of the car, but she held him down, ignoring his flailing legs as she reached down for something on the floor on the floor of the car.

Devan was shocked, he couldn't believe this had happened, was he being abducted, why, it wasn't as if his family was rich.

He growled. "Are you out of your fucking mind!?"

"Shut up, brat, such disgusting language, another fault of yours." She snapped.

"Let me go you crazy-MRUGH!?"

His words were cut off by her clamping a hand over his mouth.

"Just relax...and breathe deep."

Devan's eyes widened as he found his struggles weakening, she was holding a strange smelling cloth over his mouth and nose.

"MMM MMMMMM!" He cried out in desperation. "Mmm mmmm…!"

His struggles ceased as he finally passed out, helpless and at the mercy of this woman.

Meanwhile, at the Stark house, Catelyn sighed, she was at her wits end.

"Ned." She said at last; turning to her husband

He responded at once, noting her expression. "Yes Cat?"

"I'm worried, what about Arya, it's...it's too late now for her to..." She bit her lip.

Ned sighed. "I know what you're saying Cat, but I don't see why you are…?"

She shook her head. "It's too late for her to have an abortion, but, but...she still resists, I only mentioned the option of adoption and she..."

Ned shook his head; Cat seemed adamant about doing something regards to Arya's pregnancy; she couldn't accept Arya's choices.

"What are we going to do?" She asked helplessly.

Ned sighed. "What do you mean Cat?"

Looking startled by his reply, she explained. "She'd raise a child that isn't really hers."

"Cat, we've been through this..." He tried to explain, his tone serious.

"It's a reckless idea, she can't..."

"Cat, listen to me." He said at last. "Arya has made her choice, she is willing to live with it, the best we can do is support her, we shouldn't be forcing her to do anything."

Cat gaped in disbelief; even Ned supported Arya's choice to keep her rapists child. Was she the only one who could see the burden this would place upon her.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.